Ribald Classic: The Little Peasant
January, 1971
OH, how the womengrip and stretch,fainting on the horn.The men and womencry to each other.Touch me,my pancake,and make me young.And thus,like many of us,the parsonand the miller's wifelie down in sin.The women cry,Come, my fox,heal me.I am chalk whitewith middle age,so wear me threadbare,wear me down,wear me out.Lick me clean,as clean as an almond.The men cry,Come, my lily,my fringy queen,my gaudy dear,salt me a birdand be its noose.Bounce me offlike a shuttlecock.Dance me dingo-sweet,for I am y...
